You know the voice?
The one that comes out when your sad?
The one that notices all your flaws,
And all your weaknesses too?
That is constant for me.
It never stops.
And it will never end.
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Flowers Bloom In Spring
PoetryThis is a book of poems, some of which may be triggering due to the content matter involved. Please, do not read this if it could cause you amy harm.
